Page 110 of Fight for Me
Blane filed that away. Good to know.
“You realize that whatever I say on video won’t hold up in court since I’m being coerced.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’ll still ruin your career. Good enough for me. Go into this room on your right.”
Blane entered the room and saw Kade waiting, pressed against the wall by the door. He made sure not to turn his head, just used his peripheral vision.
Linda entered the room and Kade attacked, covering her mouth with one hand and putting her in a chokehold. Blane sprang forward and grabbed the gun from her nearly at the same time.
It took about a minute for Linda to pass out. Kade lowered her to the floor, then pulled zip ties from a pocket and secured her hands and feet.
“Did you hear?” Blane asked.
“Yep.”
“I want to take care of Trevor.”
“Then go do it already.”
Blane walked briskly back to the room where Anne was being held. When he walked in, Trevor jumped to his feet and headed for Anne. Blane lunged at him, tackling him to the floor. The gun flew out of Trevor’s hand.
Trevor grunted as Blane landed on top of him. Blane straddled him, then slammed his fist into Trevor’s jaw. He hit him again. And again. Blood poured from Trevor’s nose and his mouth was bloody. Overcome with rage, Blane kept hitting him.
“Blane! Stop! Blane, stop—you’re going to kill him!”
Blane could hear Anne, but the words didn’t register. Blood flew. He felt hands pulling him off Trevor.
“That’s enough,” Kade said. “He’s down and out. You’re done.”
Blane was breathing hard, his knuckles bloody. He let Kade pull him to his feet.
“Get Anne out of here,” Kade said, handing him the car keys. “I’ll take care of these two.”
Blane nodded. He cut her zip ties, picked her up in his arms and began to carry her outside.
“Wait,” she rasped. He stopped. “Please. I have to use the bathroom so badly. He wouldn’t let me.”
Blane gritted his teeth and wished he’d killed the bastard. “Of course.” He switched direction and took her to the powder room he’d passed earlier. “Do you need help?”
Anne’s cheeks turned pink and she shook her head. She went into the bathroom and softly closed the door. Blane stood guard. A few minutes later, she emerged, moving very slowly and carefully. Blane noticed her pink cheeks had gone white as a sheet.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurting terribly?” Duh. Of course she was. He was an idiot.
“I’m okay. But Blane,” she looked up at him and he saw anguish on her face. “I’m bleeding. The baby…” She didn’t say anything more. She didn’t have to.
Sweeping her up in his arms, he hurried outside. Her arms were locked around his neck. He carefully placed her into the back seat of the SUV so she could lie down, then climbed into the driver’s seat.
They were driving away and Blane still wanted blood. He headed for the hospital, as fast as the curves on the roads would allow. The speed limit was long forgotten. Anne didn’t say anything on the way.
Blane insisted on carrying Anne into the ER despite her feeble protests. The admitting nurse took one look and led them immediately to a room.
“I’ll get the doctor right away.” She hurried out.
Finding a blanket in a corner stack, he covered Anne. Her eyes were closed and her hands folded protectively over her abdomen. Blane stood next to her, caressing her silken hair back from her forehead.
“It’s going to be okay,” he assured her. “Just try to relax.”
“Can I have some water, please?” Her voice was roughened and just a shade above a whisper.